Its Christmas

I sat in class this morning and stared out the window, still listening to the lecturer. I could see a beggar sitting far on the opposite side of the street, people walking by him, in suits, expensive suits. Those having winter graduation also walking past in their gowns, oblivious to his plight. Perhaps they didnt see him, why should they? they are excited and their parents proud of them on this day. I had to keep looking, i could see hope and pain in one form. He became the embodiment for Christmas for me right there and then. Where was the person to take him by the hand, clean up, and give him a hot meal? some people gave him money ( i counted 2). I had 40p in my pocket, I should have given him that. Some might say 'oh he'll just spend it on alcohol' maybe he will, maybe he wont. There are those who will say why doesnt he get a job. If he doesnt have a home, he cannot get a job.
I look at this world, am marvelled by the technological advances that we as a species have made, rocket ships into the vast universe, yet undiscovered, being able to talk via video and voice to countries thousands of miles away, and yet we have homeless, poverty, starvation, people living in a 'developed' country barely making ends meet. Where have we gone wrong, so blinded by our own scientific brilliance, our philosophical thoughts, sometimes i have to pinch myself to remind myself of how beautiful this world is, the most simple things, those that i am grateful for. And yet i feel pain that i cannot do enough to help, to save, maybe my brain is just tired and listening to Philip Glass doesnt help with the thoughts that rush through my synapses. THe lecture was on death and resurrection. Life after death, heaven and hell. THere came the old quotes of 'i've been taught to be good or else il go to hell', coming from an adult, that just seems too wierd and outdated, personally speaking. the threat of something so abhorrent and vile happening to someone, because they chose their own path in life, they did as much good as they could, but due to them not going to church every sunday, they will suffer for eternity. im not sure, no one can be completely certain, perhaps my dreams will help give me an answer. Not like last nights dream, a handsome guy with a really cute ass (il give you 2 guesses to who - you know who you are!!!) right, enough of that, its sleep time, i love dreaming.
night night, and il talk more before Christmas.
love and blessings
Stuart
xxx